Was that just... a breakup?

Well, my romantic relationship with the lovely Brandon has ended. For the time being. And maybe 'the time being' means forever.

So, this afternoon I talked with my good friend. The first thing he said: "It's not you. It's me." From there, I quickly learned that he didn't know how he could make a relationship work. He doesn't have a steady job at the moment -- he's still working on that -- and he can't support himself, let alone a wife. Plus, you know, I still have four years of college to go through before I could even think about getting married.

I completely understand, of course. I don't know where I'm going to be in five years. My top choices are at my own book signing, on a movie set, or dancing background on Broadway, but at this point waitressing is just as likely.

We have decided to remain very good friends; after all, there's no law against a seventeen-year-old being friends with a twenty-four-year-old. Just against screwing him. Which I wasn't going to do, anyways. And, in the future, if something happens... well, we won't try to make it happen, but we won't try not to let it happen, either.

I'm just confused -- shouldn't I be more upset about this? I mean, yeah, I'm sad, but the only thing that really matters is that I'm not losing his friendship. He gave good reasons for not wanting to continue the romantic side of the relationship, reasons I have been thinking about quite a lot recently too, actually. I guess, as long as we're still talking and building a relationship, it really doesn't matter to me whether or not it's with the intention of getting married. I just want to be around him.